Though the house was silent, there was something palpable in the air, Harry noticed. He was unable to sleep, though Tom had asked him to, even demanded it, repeatedly, but it simply would not come to him. Then, he felt the house silently filling. He did not know how he knew, simply that he knew. Restlessness grew in him, as he felt an internal clock counting down the minutes until Tom would come to fetch him. He reached up and cupped the mark on his neck, closing his eyes again in the hopes of calming himself. Unsuccessfully.
Sitting up, he threw the covers off of himself, feeling magic teeming in the air. It was expected he supposed. After all, only the Inner Circle were going to be there, and Harry could only suppose that to be in the Inner Circle, one had to be extremely powerful, and very much so demented. It was only to be expected that their magic would become elevated, and therefore so tangible on the air it refused to allow Harry to sleep. Slipping on the slippers he had waiting for him beside the bed, he wrapped Tom's robe around himself and made his way over to the door.
Harry pressed his ear to the door, holding his breath to see if he could hear anything beyond the door. Nothing. He twisted the door handle, just to see if it would come free. It would; Tom had left it unlocked, surprisingly. Releasing the door knob, he closed his eyes again, craning to hear something, anything! Still, he was met with silence only disturbed by the gentle ticking of the clock. "Ugh... bugger," he muttered under his breath. He wanted to know what was going on, what was happening! There didn't seem to be a living creature in the house besides himself. If he hadn't known otherwise, he almost could have believed it.
Biting his lip, he recalled Tom's words to remain in the room until he came to retrieve him. Honestly, how much trouble could he be in if he disobeyed? Grinning impishly to himself, he crept away from the door after making sure that it was closed, over to the set of chester drawers Tom had set aside for him. While he did not have a fully stocked wardrobe at the moment, he had enough clothes to get by. Tom said that he'll take me out later to get clothes... Of course, it was said with a glint to his eye that worried Harry, but he had dismissed it.
Dropping his robe to the floor (he was sure that would irritate Tom, who loved to have his entire life in order), he pulled a shirt and a pair of jeans from the drawers. Combing his fingers through his hair, he dressed quickly, the magic on the air awakening his own. Though he was still hesitant to meet the Death Eaters, he was now eager to do so, if that made any sort of sense. He simply wanted to get it over with, and besides, who gave a shit what they thought? Tom was the only one that mattered, they were nothing more than followers.
Glancing over at the clock, he found the it was exactly midnight. He then decided he wasn't going to wait for Tom to fetch him, that he would go down himself. After all, he knew where they were congegating. So why not go down and surprise them? He balanced on one foot as he pulled on a pair of socks, snapping the no-shows over his heels. Wiggling his toes, he stood up straighter, snatching his wand from the bedside table. He wrapped his hand tight around it, making his way across the room to the door.
Casting one more look around the room, he closed his eyes to bask in the comfort it gave to him. Taking a deep breath, he allowed the security he felt in that mansion wash over him. It was ironic; the safest he had felt in as long as he could remember was in the house of the most fearsome Dark Lord to ever walk the Earth. He shook his head in disbelief, chuckling under his breath. It figured; that was simply how his luck always seemed to play out.
Harry turned and strode out of the room, looking up and down the hallway. Still, the house was silent, though he could feel it teeming with more life than he had ever felt in it. Combing his fingers through his hair again, he crept his way through the house to the hall that he knew the meeting was being held in. Tom? he called out mentally, venturing into the man's mind via their mind connection that was established from the mark on his neck.
